By Katrina Taylor
I went to see Django Unchained last night. I have to admit, living in Georgia amongst the Tea Baggers, I was hesitant about what the vibe would be like in the theater. I see now that my anxiety had more to do with the hype around the movie than the actual movie.
Not that I expected any violence or such. But I didn’t want to deal with tension I thought might arise around some of the complaints I’d heard from critics around the use of the “nigger” word and extreme violence. I wanted to just enjoy the movie.
So I went to the latest show, 10:15pm because that’s usually when the young folks go. They tend to be much cooler around race issues so I was comfortable with that.
I see now all of that background noise playing in my subconscious — the fear particle — was…
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